Yamato buried his face in his hands, grunting at the insistent prod of Kakashi's foot.
"..Oh god. Tae-san will never let me live this down." The little old widow that ran the tea shop below his apartment was equal parts wonder and living, breathing terror. She had a nose for gossip and rumour and had taken a shine to a then, fourteen year old Yamato almost immediately and would no doubt want every detail of last night.
He batted Kakashi's foot away, curling tighter in on himself and finally having to accept that this wasn't a dream, that his Senpai was still here, that- wait.
..He was still here?
Yamato rolled over at that and peered up at Kakashi suspiciously, hand raised to sooth his aching head and block out some of the light streaming in from the open blinds.
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"..Oh god. Tae-san will never let me live this down." The little old widow that ran the tea shop below his apartment was equal parts wonder and living, breathing terror. She had a nose for gossip and rumour and had taken a shine to a then, fourteen year old Yamato almost immediately and would no doubt want every detail of last night.
He batted Kakashi's foot away, curling tighter in on himself and finally having to accept that this wasn't a dream, that his Senpai was still here, that- wait.
..He was still here?
Yamato rolled over at that and peered up at Kakashi suspiciously, hand raised to sooth his aching head and block out some of the light streaming in from the open blinds.
"..Why are you still here?"